"It's not going to explode, and if it does, I owe you a load of galleons, which I will not be able to pay because we will be splattered in itty bitty pieces around the laundromat and---hey!"
Erin actually didn't stop Rafe until he went down for his second scoop, she was so stunned at what he was doing. Did he really--
"Hold on!" she let out, putting her hand in front of the washer before he could put any more mixed clothing inside. He really did have no idea. Erin couldn't believe that Devon still did it, and adding to the fact that Rafe didn't even stay with his sister while she did it? Merlin--she loved Will, but she made her brother sit and suffer with her. "No---you've got to take the whites out, or else all the colors will run--"
Erin smiled sweetly up at him though, highly amused. Even if it was silly that a nearly twenty-one year old man didn't know how to do laundry, it was kind of cute. Rafe was always kind of cute, but him actually coming to 'learn how' was rather endearing.
She pushed him over to pull out the clothes he'd already stuffed in there, and Erin dropped the pile on top of the washer.
"Whites," she pointed to the adjacent washer, and then to another, "Colors."
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